Uh-oh, Jen...

Def listening to Beth Hart... Obsession overload!

I dgaf, that bitch brings it HOME on 'Get Your Shit Together', oh lawd...I'm not even gonna bother telling you just how many times I've listened to it today.. Just know that it's getting up there..

She's sayin' something awful true in that song.. Normally I'd post the song, but I want you to dl and listen to it.. See how you feel about your decision..

This song is old as a bitch, and I can remember being younger and envisioning myself as her, singing this to someone.. But now that I'm older, I AM that someone. I don't know how the fuck that happened, but it's true..

Did III take it too far? Did III forget who I am?? Did IIIIII stash my soul into a closet forever??

Excellent questions, horribly true answers.

Morgan..... This is what we were talking about.. That's what made me want to hear it.. The other crowd, the one we def don't belong in.

I neeeeeeeeeeeed, and have always needed Beth Hart to sing this directly to me. I need that experience, omfg.. I would throw up everywhere..

What really kicked this off was something Grace said about me the night we were w/ my fahj.. I have tears in my eyes right now b/c of all of the things this song forces me to dwell on.............

It's funny what growing up does to a person. You're never the same, and if you are it's usually a bad thing. They say breaking up is hard to do, but I think GROWING up has it beat ten-fold.

I just realized now, RIGHT now, exactly why I love writing so much. All of my blogs lately have been interrupted w/ things for the book, and I love it.. DO NOT LOVE, HOWEVER, the fact that I lost my pen last night.

Later, gator.

Hello again my friend
It’s been sometime,
I try and read you
In your shifting eyes
Your hands are trembling
As I hold ’em in mine
How ya livin’
You were the talker
& I was the clown
We grew up wonderin’
How we would get out
But you’re still talkin’ talkin’
You got places to go
You got people to know
You got plans
To get your shit together
Did you take it too far
Did you forget who you are
Did you stash your soul
Into the closet forever
So now you’re hustling
For the five & dime
You cure the stranger
& his perverted mind
You are the poet of need
& lust how’s the preachin’
You painted destinations
On the inside
& dreamed of revelations
Yearning to fly
But you’re still walkin’
& still talkin’
Hold on geany
Watch what ya say
Save your preachin’
For a rainier day
Hold on geany
I’m talkin’ to you
You’re so amazing
In whatever you do